American Graffiti quotes

View Quote Man: Excuse me, but I think we've had an accident.
Terry: Well, goddamnit, I won't report you this time, but next time just watch it, will ya?

View Quote Mr. Kroot: All right, Bolander, break that up. You know the rules. You and your girlfriend want to do that, go someplace else, huh?
Steve: Hey, Kroot! Why don't you go kiss a duck?
Mr. Kroot: What did you say?
Steve: I said, go kiss a duck, marblehead.
Mr. Kroot: OK, Bolander, you are suspended. Don't - don't even come in on Monday. You're out, you're out!
Steve: Hey, hey, Kroot. I graduated last semester. Remember?

View Quote Mr. Wolfe: Hey, I thought you'd left already.
Curt: No, not yet.
Mr. Wolfe: Boy, do I remember when I went off. Got drunk as hell the night before. Just ...
Curt: Blotto.
Mr. Wolfe: Blotto, exactly. Barfed on the train all next day.
Curt: Cute, very cute. Where'd you go again?
Mr. Wolfe: Middlebury, Vermont.
Curt: On a scholarship?
Mr. Wolfe: On a scholarship.
Curt: Stayed only one semester?
Mr. Wolfe: One semester. After all that, I came back here.
Curt: Why did you come back?
Mr. Wolfe: I don't know. I guess I just wasn't the competitive type.
Curt: I think I may find that I'm not the, uh, competitive type myself...well, I'm not really sure that I'm going.

View Quote Steve: I thought that since this is our last night together for three months, you might want to dance with me.
Laurie: [pushing him away] Get your cooties off me.
[Steve grabs her]
Laurie: Go ahead, slug me, scar my face. I wouldn't dance with you if you were the last guy left in this gym.
[She starts dancing with Eddie]
Peggy: Joe College strikes out.

View Quote Steve: Maybe, before I leave, we could, ah, agree that, that seeing other people while I'm away can't possibly hurt, you know?... I think it would strengthen our relationship. Then we'd know for sure that we're really in love. Not that there's any doubt.
Laurie: OK. I can't expect you to be a monk or something while you're away.

View Quote Steve: What's wrong?
Laurie: Go to hell.

View Quote Steve: Where are you going? It's awfully early in the morning.
Curt: [pause] I have a dentist appointment.

View Quote Steve: Why should I leave home to find a home? You know, why should I leave friends that I love to find new friends?
Curt: Wait a minute, wait a minute... I've heard this already. Aren't you the one that told me for eight weeks that you have to leave the nest sometime?
Steve: I realize that. I realize that.
Curt: No, no realizing. You've been telling me all summer that it's time to stick your head out of the sand and take a look at the big, beautiful world out there somewhere... I feel like a mid-wife.
Steve: I may have been wrong, Curt. I may have been wrong.
Curt: Wrong nothing. You've been telling me for eight weeks. God-dammit. Just, you're just mentally playing with yourself. If you just relax, we'll talk about it at the airport.

View Quote Terry: A Three Musketeers, and a ball point pen, one of those combs there, a pint of Old Harper, a couple of flashlight batteries and some beef jerky.
Owner: OK, got an ID for the liquor?
Terry: Oh, umm, yeah! [He feels his pockets.] Oop! Nuts, I left it in the car.
Owner: Sorry, you'll have to get it before -
Terry: Well, I - I also, I forgot the car.

View Quote Terry: Do you have a dollar?
Debbie: Are you for real? Come on. Girls don't pay. Guys pay.
Terry: Yeah, well, see - I've only got a fifty and he doesn't have change.
Debbie: Well, I can't believe this, I really cannot believe this. Here.

View Quote Terry: Hey, did anybody ever tell you that you look just like Connie Stevens? You do, I really mean it... Yeah, I met her once. At a Dick Clark road show... I mean that I'm not just feeding you a line. I really think you do. You look alot like Connie Stevens.
Debbie: I always thought I looked like Sandra Dee.

View Quote Terry: Hey, what do you say, Curt? Last night in town - you guys gonna have a little bash before you leave?
Steve: The Moose have been looking for you all day.
[hands check to Curt]
Steve: They got worried - thought you were trying to avoid them or something.
Terry: What is it? What do ya got?
Curt: Oh, great.
Terry: That's $2000 man! $2000!
Steve: Mr. Jennings gave it to me to give to you. He says he's sorry it's so late, but it's the first scholarship the Moose Lodge has given out. And he, uh, says they're all very proud of you back at the lodge.
Curt: Cute. Why don't you hold it for me for awhile?
Steve: Hey, I don't want it. Take it - it's yours.
Terry: I'll take it!

View Quote Terry: Pardon me, sir, but I lost my I.D. in... in a flood and I'd like to get some Old Harper, hard stuff. Would you mind buying a bottle for me?
Bum at Liquor Store: Why certainly! I lost my wife, too - her name wasn't Idy, though, and it wasn't in a flood - but I know what ya...
Terry: Thanks, here's enough for a pint.

View Quote Terry: You know, I think you're really neat. [lunges at Debbie, kissing her]
Debbie: Wait a second.
Terry: I'm sorry. It's just...
[Debbie takes off her sweater, then grabs him and kisses him, pulling him onto her]
Debbie: I just love tuck and roll upholstery.
[someone walks by the car]
Terry: Geez, it's like Grand Central Station around here!
[they walk down a path, with a blanket]

View Quote Vic: Hey Deb, how's my soft baby?
Debbie: Come on. Beat it, Vic. I'm not your baby.
Vic: Aw come on, honey. Look, so I never called you back. I've been, you know, busy...
Debbie: Yeah, three weeks?...Besides, it only took me one night to realize if brains were dynamite, you couldn't blow your nose.
Vic: Look who's talking. Hey, who's the wimp you're hanging out with now? Einstein?
Debbie: Tiger happens to be very intelligent. Unlike you. I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking [she looks down at his crotch]...it shows.
Terry: Hey now, buddy, look. The lady obviously doesn't want to have to -
Vic: Look, creep, you want a knuckle sandwich?
Terry: Ah, no thanks, I'm waitin' for a double Chubby Chuck...
Vic: Then keep your smart ass mouth shut. Hey, I'll call ya some time, Deb, some night when I'm hard up.
Debbie: I won't be home. [He gives her the finger. She lights a match and flicks it at him as he leaves]
Terry: You seem to know a lot of weird guys.
Debbie: That creep's not a friend of mine. He's just horny. That's why I like you, you're different.
Terry: I-I am? I mean, you really think I'm intelligent?
Debbie: [She drapes her arm around his shoulder] Yeah. And I'll bet you're smart enough to get us some brew. [She kisses him] Yeah.
Terry: Brew?
Debbie: Yeah.
Terry: Liquor? Yeah. Yeah right, liquor. This place is too crowded anyway.